Mr. Consultant

Paolo Greco stands in front of Giuseppe's office on the third floor of the Brownstone.The baby-faced assistant, Luca, had repeatedly suggested that he sit inside or have a cup of tea in the adjacent lounge.But he didn't dare, didn't even want to stay in front of that door for a second longer.Although there was no one inside, Paul still felt that Giuseppe's snake-like eyes were watching him quietly through the solid wooden door.

Paul is a figure in the "big garden", that is, those old-school people who are usually called.But he's actually not stubborn at all, and he's not even a little bit interested in the old stuff that preaches "Italian" or "Sicilian."He only cares about his own interests and how much dividends he can get, it has nothing to do with who gave him the money!

But he was frightened of Giuseppe, frightened to death.He still remembered that when those old antiques in the "big garden" were talking obscenely about how many men had fucked the consultant, Giuseppe silently killed Albert and sent him His body hung out in the swamp, disgustingly disembowelled.His actions were so sudden and cruel that all the people in the big garden shut their mouths.

Of course, Paul also knew about this, but he sincerely believed that what made Giuseppe frightening was not his method of killing people, but the threat of a poisonous snake that would stare at him at any time.

It is precisely because of this that when Paul heard that Giuseppe was taking Xavier around the bookkeeping office in the East End in the afternoon, he resolutely gave up his dinner and came to the Brownstone Building fully dressed, hoping to have a good time with Juseppe. Pei explained this huge misunderstanding face to face.

His wife watches in horror as he hustles around the room, wishing him a glass of mulled wine on the way out to beat the December chill.Paul was grateful for her kindness, but he couldn't drink anything. Fear and anxiety were like a tight thread, tightly entangled his spleen and stomach.

Paul complained a little to his staff, they were too stupid to talk to him about the well-dressed Norwegian who came to the bookkeeping office today.Hell, are there so many tall, handsome Norwegians in gold-rimmed glasses and three-piece suits in Chicago?

What's even more exasperating is that those subordinates actually promoted the amiability of this guest to him, and praised him as a polite gentleman.Christ, do they know the sinister and terrifying under that amiable mask, and do they know what kind of character Giuseppe really is!

"Well, maybe they said something wrong to Giuseppe, maybe I'm going to die."

Thinking this way in despair, Paul raised his arms and drew a cross in front of his chest.

And Giuseppe, the consultant, after getting the account book from Xavier viciously last night, stayed up until the early morning to proofread the accounts of each bookkeeping point.Although Xavier sorted out some doubts for him, the handwriting of the young master was no different from that of a ghost.Giuseppe even felt a little bit frustrated because of this, after all, the young master was all thanks to him for reading and writing.This made him reflect on his educational ability, and completely cut off the idea of ​​returning to university teaching after retirement.

In the final analysis, what Giuseppe is good at is not dealing with the relationship between gangs, but using his smart brain, which has obtained double degrees in economics and law, to seize huge resources and property for the family.Like a money printing machine, he continuously provided the Barone Empire with money and the power to coexist with money.

But also because of this, he cannot become a "Sicilian", his hatred is too shallow, and this hatred is too easily diluted by interests.But this kind of hatred that can be diluted is actually limited to fighting to the death. If anyone dares to have some wrong thoughts about Giuseppe's money, then Giuseppe will definitely make him regret it to the end.

Therefore, when the consultant saw an abnormal decrease in the turnover of several bookkeeping offices in the Eastern District on the books.He threw back the quilt violently, and decided to take a good look at the East District, not to impress some ignorant guys during the jubilant time at the end of the year.

The above caused Giuseppe and Xavier to see Paul, the poor old man, reciting the Bible in front of the office door as soon as they returned to the brownstone.Xavier's knowledge of those characters in the family was quite limited, and when he saw most of them, he would just stand there in a daze.Of course Paul also belongs to the poor half, so Xavier grabbed Giuseppe's wrist and asked:

"Who is this old guy?"

His voice was actually not loud, but he couldn't help Paul's frightened nerves at this moment.Fear of the future drove him to roll up to Xavier like a ball, and then introduced himself with a big smile on his face and gave him the warmest greetings.Paul is small and not overweight for his 50s.His hair was grizzled, his eyebrows were thick and short, and his lips, under his aquiline nose, were finely lined.He was trying his best to smile at this moment, and it seemed that every pore was expressing respect to the new leader.

Xavier still didn't understand what was going on with this old guy named Paul, and why he had to face himself so respectfully.But fortunately, the consultant interrupted their conversation before Xavier asked such a stupid question.

Giuseppe put on that gentle mask full of smiles again, he shook hands with Paul warmly, and then asked him why he came.Of course he knew Paul's intentions, and even more or less guessed Paul's words, but unfortunately, there was still a young master here who needed to know the details.

"Uh... some things, some things about the East End bookkeeper." Paul faltered, trying to fold his hands and hold each other tightly, and then let his tone be as sincere and humble as possible.He said: "Counselor, I need to explain to you the misunderstanding in these matters and confess to you the mistakes in my work."

"Paul, my friend, please don't say that, no matter what problem we have, we can discuss it!"

Giuseppe comforted him like this, and made a look of "I completely believe in you", and led him into the office.And as for Xavier, Giuseppe didn't think it would be a bad idea to let him have an apprenticeship with the Great Garden, if he didn't ask some bad questions.So he arranged for the young master to sit on the only sofa, while poor Paul could only stand in front of the desk like a criminal on trial.

Giuseppe asked Luca to pour them some anisette, but Xavier didn't take it, he had given up drinking.Paul, on the other hand, felt that he needed something he could hold in his hands to cover his fingers that were shaking like shofars.He never thought that Xavier actually joined this matter.

He didn't have much impression of this young master, but he had heard some rumors about him.For example, what was widely discussed in the "Great Garden", what Giuseppe and Xavier did during the war, a soldier under Gustavo even boasted that he had bumped into them.

But anyway, Paul wasn't sure, very uncertain, whether Xavier would kill him for being interrupted from his time with Giuseppe.Paul is a very timid and life-saving person. This kind of timidity and life-saving makes him more cautious than ordinary people, and also makes him get a lot of money.But now, this pathetic character made him a complete fool.Because he must not know that Xavier actually has no interest in him, and Giuseppe doesn't want to kill him, or even do him the slightest harm.

The consultant just used a gentle, as if discussing tone, hoping that he would explain the ins and outs of the matter.

Paul licked his dry lips, knowing that he had to be calm at this moment, otherwise his panic would make him look evil.He doesn't know what kind of crime he has committed, and he needs to face Giuseppe on the eve of Christmas Eve.However, he had no choice. From the moment Giuseppe visited the bookkeeping office, he could only honestly confess the whole situation.

"I didn't intend to search, and I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that when my subordinates reported to me about the holiday arrangements in the evening, they mentioned a gentleman who looked similar to you. Knowing that the business will be sluggish in the second half of the year, I would like to explain it to you."

Giuseppe knew what he had done to frighten the poor cornerman, and although he did not visit the "Garden" often, he had his eyeliner there and could know the subtleties of the situation.He wasn't worried that Paul would betray him at all, he just wondered if Paul would hide some unfavorable facts out of fear.

Giuseppe can now explain the whole thing as a misunderstanding, and then send someone to monitor Paul's every move.After all, if he is as cautious as he is, he will definitely take the opportunity to reflect and expose some problems that cannot be exposed normally.But he still has a choice, he can showdown with Paul right now, explain the account book, and then let Paul give a convincing answer on the spot.Giuseppe began to weigh, which made his gaze deep and elusive.At this time, he needs to figure out which of these two options can obtain more truth.

Paolo stared at Giuseppe's desk, the edge of which was carved with a circle of delicate geometric patterns, possibly Italian or native.Paolo lowered his eyes and took a sip of the anisette, too worried that Giuseppe would reject his explanation.Because if the advisor wouldn't listen to him, Giuseppe couldn't believe everything he said.

That would be a disaster.

And just when Paul was trembling and ready to accept his fate, the consultant finally made a move.He dug out the dossiers from Xavier, various bookkeeping points, found a page and handed it to Paul,

"This is the annual summary sent over before. There are a few bookkeeping points that have lost too much. I have to go and see."

Paul pondered the meaning of Giuseppe's words, and felt that he still needed to explain the reason for the loss, so he read the file carefully, and then said tremblingly:

"Consultant, I don't mean to shirk responsibility, but these bookkeeping points were once Albert's property."

Giuseppe listened, showing a somewhat stunned expression.He motioned for Paul to hand him the ledger, then turned on the lamp on the table, squinted his highly myopic eyes and read line by line.Giuseppe felt that he might be old and confused, otherwise how could he forget about such things.The business in the Eastern District was originally managed by Albert, but Giuseppe executed him and merged the management of the Eastern District into his own hands.However, there are still some family properties under Albert's name, which of course cannot be distributed to his widow, so Giuseppe sold the "big garden" as a favor, and let the old-fashioned cornermen divide up and deal with it themselves.

But damn it, he actually forgot to liquidate the accounts when handing over the property!

Giuseppe took off the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose habitually.He was a little angry with himself, he thought he shouldn't make such a low-level mistake, at least he shouldn't make such a low-level mistake in front of Xavier.But his remorse couldn't solve anything, so Giuseppe had to think of strategies quickly in his mind to preserve the last bit of decency he had in the young master's heart.

He put on his glasses again, and with some guilt flashing from those gray-green eyes, he said to Paul very sincerely:

"It's my problem. I should let the accountant check it out."

"Oh no, consultant, the Eastern District already has its own financial system, it's just that they didn't fulfill their obligations. I can swear to God, it's definitely not your fault!"

Paul did not expect that his discovery would actually lead to an apology from Giuseppe, and he dared not accept such an apology anyway, so he had to try his best to blame the finances in the "big garden".And, everything he said is true.And as smart as Paul, of course he will not let Giuseppe order to do things.Immediately, he was filled with righteous indignation, as if it was his own property that was reduced, and he took the initiative to request to be responsible for the liquidation of Albert's estate, and to find out the amount of those lost funds, and vowed to give Giuseppe a satisfactory answer.

Giuseppe is grateful for this, because Paul's words inadvertently save his precarious face and give Xavier a new appreciation for his abilities.The young master didn't understand that Giuseppe, a man who was so loitering on the bed, actually had such an awe-inspiring side at work.He wanted to understand the source of this awe, and the reason for Giuseppe's hesitation before.

So after Paul left, Xavier staggered to Giuseppe, put his hands on the desk, and met the consultant's eyes.But when he saw those cold gray-green eyes, something else suddenly came to his mind:

"Giuseppe, my advisor, put aside those inexplicable things, it's time for you to sleep with me."

Giuseppe studied him through those gold-rimmed glasses, as if examining some sort of crude commodity.Of course he will not forget his oath with Christ, Maria, and Jehovah, but at the same time he is thinking sadly:

Why would a villain like myself, destined to go to hell, swear an oath with these characters in heaven?

The origin of this problem is too obvious, so that Giuseppe does not want to get to the bottom of it, but he also does not want to violate his oath.So he could only procrastinate a bit, and leaned in front of Xavier, then lightly licked the corner of the young master's mouth, and turned such a tentative lick into a deep and dense kiss.Giuseppe stroked Xavier's cheek and said to Xavier in a sweet husky voice:

"Sweetheart, it's not that uncle doesn't want to sleep with you, I'm just afraid that your living expenses won't be able to pay for whoring."

After hearing what he said, Xavier showed an expression as if he had eaten a fly, and then slammed the door angrily under the mocking eyes of the consultant.

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